No More Seasons is a video about blading and friends… And about friends on blades !
But it’s not only a video, it’s mainly, I believe, a concept. A concept we actually have difficulties to define… Let’s see… We could have gone into details and explain you the metaphysical reasons behind this stupid name. We won’t, it would be too long, but you must admit it sounds pretty good, furthermore we’re always told that seasons don’t exist anymore.

We could have told you to what extent blading is an art form, and how beautiful the different usage of urban objects primary function is. But we won’t neither, it would piss you off, too much of a brain jerk-off.
On the thrill side, Robin could have described you precisely the taste of afterrained ground in his mouth, to Mathieu his perception of a rail as pure and virgin as a powder snow in January.
But we don’t know enough words in Shakespeare’s language to relate this accurately.

We could have gone in a “underground lifestyle drunken roller enculé” way, and explain you the unconditional love of Fred for window glasses, and Charly’s for throwing inanimated objects by above mentioned windows. But again, we don’t always have answers…

We could as well have tried to break the blading game, and tell you about Full Cab True Spin Top Acids, but you won’t see any big tricks in the video, : we’re not Americans, we already find it difficult to be from Dijon and live in Lyon with a friend from Saint Etienne.

We could have talked about audiovisual creativity, and explain you why we chose to be three video editors on this flick and to edit this 1 hour long Exquisite Corpse filled with 54% of falls. But the answer has no interest seeing how much we struggled to be in tune to finish something looking in the end more like a blade video directed by Mr Bean.

No More Seasons is a bit like an umbrella in July, it’s the cashier’s smile at your local shop, it’s the lighter you open your beer with, it’s the smaller boob of your girl, the drunken night you’ll spend tonight and tomorrow’s Advil. It’s the yellow Dragibus candy, the blue side on your pink and blue eraser, it’s your old Eiffel 65’s CD and your 1998 world cup Panini album.

No More Seasons, it’s also the fresh basil on your tomatoes…
I liked the comparison, and I love fresh basil on tomatoes !
No More Seasons is something that might be useless, but will bring a smile on your face. You know why ? Because it’s been made with love by a real bunch of mates who found in blading a nice excuse to meet up, talk shit, and drink beers together.